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It almost now seems all in vain / For to expect high price for grain, / Wheat is grown on Egyptian soil / On the banks of mighty Nile.
And where the Ganges it doth flow, / In India fine wheat doth grow, / And price of labor is so cheap / That it they can successful reap.
Then let the farmers justly prize / The cows for land they fertilize, / And let us all with songs and glees / Invoke success into the cheese.